Xuan Ling chased the little war god Yun Che for thousands of years, but in the end he didn't get his man or his heart. Instead, he ended up with his bones broken.
She managed to cling to a small life, and now she is cheating and cheating all day long in Lingshan, and she is so unhappy.
Until one day, a skin-painting ghost fell into Lingshan. He couldn't speak well and couldn't paint the skin well, so Xuan Ling simply gave him a skin.
——It's a portrait of Yun Che.
Seeing the former flower of the high mountains resurrected in front of him, the hatred that Xuan Ling had accumulated in his heart for a long time suddenly overturned.
She loved this skin so much, and she loved it so much that she would trample him under her feet.
She poisoned him, then held the antidote in her hand, tilted it gently, letting all the antidote flow on her body, and then looked at his painful appearance with a smile.
"Want an antidote?"
"Come here and kiss me."
Being intimate during the day and having fun every night is all about sinking and no sincerity.
Until, she personally killed this substitute skin and tore this yellow dream into pieces.
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Yun Che was framed and eaten by evil beasts.
When he opened his eyes, he turned into a ghost, and opposite him was a ruthless evil woman.
In order to survive, Yun Che endured her humiliation every day and lived as unbearably as possible.
In the end, Yun Che died under her knife.
The golden blade passed through this skin with divine power, and his soul was freed.
After a rough journey, Yun Che finally came back from the dead.
The first thing is to find her.
Then take revenge on him for the humiliation he suffered.
Find her, imprison her, tie her up as humiliatingly as he once did, and keep her from seeing the light of life.
That's what Yun Che thought, but when he saw her again, he subconsciously avoided looking at her.
But she chose to come up to him, pretending to be weak and pitiful, clutching his cloak tightly, and Lihua said with rain: "God of War, help me."
Yun Che: ... So nice.
But his hand subconsciously reached out to her and pulled her up.
Xuan Ling's feet went weak and she fell into his arms, speaking evilly into his ear.
"Long time no see."
"Little Painted Skin Ghost."
25.4.19
Intention: Haven't thought about it yet
